BARTENDER - THISTLE

[wooliefrand]

WHO: THISTLE + CUSTOMERS
WHERE: THISTLE BARN
WHEN: BARTENDER GAME

[ Your barn has a new???? (temporary???) addition! One of the outside walls now has a cabinet of various drinks, all of which sits behind what appears to be an L-shaped bar counter, complete with a sink, ice box, and glass cabinet on the inner side, and stools for customers(?) on the outer side.

Posted on the wall is a recipe book, and above it, a big chalkboard listing the various drinks from said recipe book.

Tied to the drinks cabinet are a number of ribbons in your barn's color. Wonder what those are for. ]

OOC RULES | RECIPE BOOK | MAIN GAME POST

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[survivaltricks]

[thank u Charon]

Well, this one's easy, at least.

[shortforever]

[Someone is yawning as he walks out to the new part of the barn.]

What's easy?

[Hi he's here and ready to help.]

[survivaltricks]

[giving him a wave!]

We're bartending for the other barns. Hey, do you know how to make an Irish coffee?

1/2

[shortforever]

[Immediately:]

Coffee 'n alcohol of some kind, whatever you can get.

2/2

[shortforever]

I mean. No. I don't.

[He's 15 of course he's never touched alcohol before!

(his gang frequently steals alcohol and drinks it.)]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

Odin is a delinquent. . .

[he says while holding a half-empty bottle of dark malt beer from Vicious]

[shortforever]

Tch! It wasn't me! The other Sheep always stole that stuff, I dunno why. But bein' around it you learn a thing or two.

[Not that teenagers were making complicated cocktails, an irish coffee was probably the most complex thing they ever did.]

[survivaltricks]

[holds his bottle out to Odin]

I'm not judging. I used to work at a bar, you know.

[shortforever]

[He takes the bottle. He's just holding it now.]

You? I thought you made coffee.

[survivaltricks]

I do.

I wasn't allowed to serve the liquor. I just carried boxes and bussed tables.

[shortforever]

So you picked up some stuff from just bein' around there, huh?

[survivaltricks]

Mmmyep. It's hard not to.

[he watched Lala-chan work, mostly out of an innocent curiosity. she never let him touch the alcohol, though]

[. . . he may have tried]

[shortforever]

Need any ingredients for it?

[survivaltricks]

That Guy has the alcohol covered, soooo just the fruit.

[a pause]

We need a lot of coffee, though. Want to confess some truth that irritates you?

[shortforever]

[A truth that irritates him, huh...]

I'm sick and tired of people summoning demons and then we get forced to do shit. I hate being forced to do anything.

[survivaltricks]

[a small snort. . . and an earnest response]

Yeah.

Me too.

[shortforever]

Good, that's two coffees down.

[Now for fruit...]

Shame for fruit, huh...

[And Lupin is like. One of his favorite people there, so he'll get an honest answer.]

I'm the one who asked Loki to go with me when we went exploring the fog and found you. If I hadn't, he never would have lost his arm.

[survivaltricks]

[this is. . . the first he is hearing about it, and he immediately stands up straight, brows furrowing]

What happened wasn't your fault, Odin.

[shortforever]

Regardless of if it's true or not it's about what we feel, yeah? So, there you go. I feel responsible for it. Even though I did my best to fix it things still aren't right and...you know.

[He feels bad about it.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . he has a point, but. . .]

[. . .]

Come here for a second?

[shortforever]

[He has the feeling Lupin is going to hug him. But, like a fool, he still goes closer.]

What?

[survivaltricks]

[yeh he's getting a hug]

[what did he EXPECT]

[shortforever]

[Well okay. He'll accept the hug.]

...you're really too sappy, you know.

[survivaltricks]

[tight squeeze, and then he draws back, hands on Odin's shoulders]

And you're far too hard on yourself.

[shortforever]

[For some reason he can't seem to meet Lupin's eyes.]

It's just how I am.

[Someday he'll explain everything. But he's still holding those secrets close to his heart.]